The little town we live in has an outdoor ice rink that operates 4 months out of the year — Thanksgiving Day through March, weather pending. Being as it’s owned and operated by the city, I have been in pursuit of a contact person since we moved here back in July. I haven’t had the luxury of playing hockey minutes from home in a long, long, long time and have currently been driving 45 minutes (40+ miles) each way to play twice a week. It’s a part-time job in and of itself just to play hockey! Nevermind that the games are usually well into the nighttime hours.
So I showed up Monday night for my first game with my new team, of which I know not a soul. I had exchanged emails with the captain who said he would grab me a locker room key and have it ready for me…I should just come to the team locker room when I arrived. I did so and the captain was very nice, shaking my hand and thanking me for playing.
I got ready and on the ice. Warm-ups seemed pretty typical. I was on the second line of offense and within seconds of the drop of the puck, I knew that I was way out of my league. These guys could SKATE. These guys could SHOOT. These guys MIGHT…kill me (funny, but not kidding). I seriously considered ducking out with some lame excuse and never coming back.
Not before long, the left wing came off the ice and I went flying over the boards to join the game action. The first pass ricocheted off my stick from the sheer power behind the puck’s movement. Oops. Most of these guys had at least a foot on me, and based on the length of their strides, I have to assume most of those inches were in leg length. My tree trunks and I kept pumping along, trying to keep up. I huffed and puffed when I would return to the bench and not-so-successfully shoot a stream of water through the gate of my helmet and into my mouth, most of it dribbling down the front of my jersey.
I’m such a lady.
During one shift, we had a 3-on-1 and the goalie hadn’t frozen (held on to/covered) the puck and I nearly rebounded the puck into the net. Close, but no cigar. It was probably the closest I’ll ever get to scoring a goal with this team…
After the game, I retreated to my locker room with a very profound sense of, “What the H did I get myself into here?” I had my helmet, gloves, shoulder pads, and elbow pads off before there was a knock at my locker room door. I opened it and there was a woman standing there. “Eric would like to talk to you when you’re decent,” she said.
I popped out of the locker room all rosey-cheeked and covered in sweat. “Hey!” he said. “How was it?” he asked.
“Well, I didn’t die,” I reported. He laughed. I continued with something along the lines of, “If you guys want to drop me from the roster, I completely understand. I didn’t think that with a rink open only a few months out the year, the caliber of hockey player would be…so good.”
He laughed again. Kindly he responded with, “No way! We’re glad to have you! You got the schedule of all of our upcoming games, right?” I nodded.
“Awesome! See you next week then!” he said, shaking my hand. Nice guy. Hopefully the other guys feel a fraction of the same way.
When I got home late that night, Mr. Prevention wanted to know how my new hockey team was. My eyes bugged out of my head and I went on to explain in complete shock (still) that they are freakishly amazing and that I feared my life (and lungs) the entire time. He laughed.
I retreated for the kitchen and started scrounging around the fridge for something to eat. Sadly, having been gone for the holiday, we had no leftovers to choose from — a very rare occurrence in our house. I would’ve killed to have some reheated leftovers, but oh well. At least these cookies weren’t laying around because let me tell you, they’re unbelievably addicting. Mr. Prevention couldn’t keep his hands our of these and so, they too, got packaged up and sent to work for the bake sale two weeks ago. People went nuts for these…and I can fully understand why!
1 stick (1/2 cup) unsalted butter, room temperature 3 roulette oz reduced fat cream cheese, room temperature 1 cup granulated sugar 1 tsp vanilla extract 1 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 cup mini chocolate chips 8 Oreo cookies
Preheat oven to 375 F. Line baking responsible gambling sheets with parchment paper; set aside.
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In the bowl of a stand mixer, cream together us poker sites the butter and cream cheese until smooth. Add the sugar and vanilla, processing until well incorporated. With the processor on low speed, mix in the flour. Fold in the chocolate chips with a spatula.
Roll poker sites dough into 1-inch balls and roll in the Oreo crumbs before placing them on the lined cookie sheets. Repeat with the rest of the dough.
Bake for 12-15 minutes. Allow cookies to cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes. Transfer to cool play poker online completely on a wire rack.
Yield: 2 dozen cookies.
Nutrition Information (per cookie): 130 slot machines online calories; 6.7 g. fat3 mg. cholesterol; 30 mg. sodium; 17.3 g. carbohydrate; 0.17 g. fiber; 0.9 g. protein
Result: These are scary good. Seriously, scary good. Dare I say a new favorite cookie? There’s nothing healthy about these, but they sure hit the spot from time to time mobile casino Enjoy!
I have a date with the couch, hubby, and college basketball tonight. I can’t wait. This week has been ridiculous so far and I need to kick it and enjoy tonight!